New Year's wish: Eat dumplings with lucky money inside, you are the most blessed...
After a restless night, Cheng Sizhou woke up in the morning to find that all the slippers, pajamas and toiletries in the house were in pairs.
He secretly thought, isn't this the layout of a wedding room? However, even though he thought about it, he didn't dare to ask.
While Wen Zichuan was still asleep, Cheng Sizhou walked around the living room, balcony, study, and kitchen one by one, trying to confirm his guess.
Finally, he returned to the bedroom and saw a ray of morning light hitting the head of the bed, illuminating the painting on the wall behind him.
He hadn't had time to take a closer look yesterday, but now, looking at it again, the gurgling river and soft mud in the painting, and the intimate look of the two rams embracing each other, seemed particularly tender.
He didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, but he could tell that the person who wrote was full of love and the brushwork was delicate. In his eyes, everything in the world had its own cuteness.
"It's a copy of the painting by Mr. Qin Zhihan, Pinault's adoptive father. The original is 'Two Sheep in the Suburbs of Pu'." Wen Zichuan woke up, rested his head on his arm, and looked at him with a smile.
"I heard the original work sold for 500 million. I didn't expect it was Mr. Qin's work." Cheng Sizhou took off his shoes and got on the bed, snuggling into his arms. "Why do you hang it by the bed?"
"It was a housewarming gift from Pinault. I thought it was a beautiful painting, so I had it framed and I'm going to hang it up."
"Isn't this the house you rented? You decorated it so carefully too?"
Wen Zichuan reached out from under the quilt, took out a red book from the drawer of the bedside table, and handed it to him.
When Cheng Sizhou saw the "Real Estate Certificate" on the red cover, his heart skipped a beat. When he opened it and saw the name of the household owner as "Wen Zichuan, Cheng Sizhou", he was stunned.
He said nothing, and quietly used his index finger to scratch the name at the back. He was afraid that it was written in pencil as a joke.
He could make any other joke, but he couldn't afford to make a joke about becoming the co-owner of a house with Zichuan.
"Don't scratch it, I just added the name randomly," Wen Zichuan pretended to be indifferent, "Anyway, I bought it in full. Even if we break up and sell the house in the future, you won't get any money."
Cheng Sizhou buried his head in the crook of his neck, his voice muffled: "Don't tease me, that's the clause of the Marriage Law, so are we reconciled, or..."
"Or what?"
"Or...getting married...?"
"That depends on your performance next time."
The entertainment industry has always been a place of fun, and some people even become regular employees by staying with the bed until the end.
With a goal, Cheng Sizhou suddenly felt that life was more meaningful, and he volunteered to take on a new task: buying New Year's goods, preparing New Year's Eve dinner, and inviting Xiao Liang and Pinot to celebrate the New Year.
This was Wen Zichuan's first time celebrating the New Year in Dengyuan. He was not very familiar with the local conditions and had to rely on "General Cheng" to take command.
Cheng Sizhou knew where to buy the freshest vegetables and where to find snacks and fruits with a variety of flavors. They went to the mall and bought new clothes for the whole family. Of course, they also went to the flower market and bought a lot of flowers that could bloom in winter. They also ordered a batch of succulents from the boss, and they would deliver them in the spring to decorate the balcony.
After Xiao Liang and Pinot arrived home, Cheng Sizhou was busy stewing pork ribs, so Wen Zichuan took them to post Spring Festival couplets and then make dumplings.
Wen Zichuan felt that since one of them grew up abroad and the other grew up in the mountains, they definitely didn't know how to make it, so he had to demonstrate it to them properly.
But who knew that Pinot and Xiao Liang were both more powerful than each other.
Pinot made five different shapes in one go. Some were taught to her by the Chinese in Senodang, and some were learned from the chefs in Nanzhu or the fishing port. Even Qin Zhihan and Song Xiang taught her one each, and they were all different styles.
Xiao Liang was even more impressive. He couldn't pronounce the word "jiaozi" and kept shouting "jiao'erjiao'er". Cheng Sizhou was surprised: "Oh my goodness! These dumplings you made look like Tang Dynasty dumplings unearthed by archaeologists!"
Since the whole family was involved, Cheng Sizhou couldn't be stingy. He took out a copper coin from somewhere and said he would put it in the dumplings. Whoever ate it last would be the most blessed.
As soon as the copper coin was taken out, everyone felt that it was very unusual. It had a simple and ancient shape and was not the perfunctory style that can be seen everywhere in TV dramas.
"I know!" Pinault raised his hand. "It's Taiping Hundred Coins!"
"Good eyesight!" Cheng Sizhou flipped the coin with his thumb and then caught it steadily in his palm. "This is a genuine Taiping Hundred Coin. Whoever eats it, I wish him a hundred years of peace and safety!"
Appetizers, main courses, hot dishes, cold dishes, desserts and drinks were served one after another. The four people worked together to put out a full twelve dishes.
Cheng Sizhou took off his apron: "Good luck! Perfect! Auspicious!"
Wen Zichuan felt a little regretful that when he was so happy, there was no one to drink with him.
Cheng Sizhou is a man who gets drunk easily after one glass of alcohol. He ignored the fact that his sister was in poor health and could not touch alcohol. He turned his gaze to Xiao Liang, this little wild man who grew up in the mountains, and he didn't know if he could drink.
Xiao Liang has not yet learned to be cunning, and his likes and dislikes are expressed clearly.
He strongly rejected beer, had a little interest in liquor but not much, and only liked drinking wine.
These two bottles of red wine were New Year's gifts from Xingyu Feiyu. They had a mellow taste and were not strong in alcohol. With Wen Zichuan's alcohol tolerance, he wouldn't get drunk even if he drank them all.
Cheng Sizhou looked at it greedily: "Can I have a bite? Just one bite."
Wen Zichuan's cheeks flushed from drinking, and he waved his index finger at him: "No, you're drunk, who's going to clean up and wash the dishes? If you really want to drink, I'll accompany you for a second round later."
This slightly tipsy look made Cheng Sizhou's anger boil over. He couldn't drink the wine, so he could only drink a large glass of cold water to calm down.
"Ouch!" Pinault just picked up a dumpling, but the skin was too slippery and the dumpling fell into the vinegar bowl. "It's over, it's over. I don't eat vinegar."
"Don't use chopsticks, I'll get you a soup spoon." Cheng Sizhou then realized that Pinot's "chopstick skills" were not yet perfect.
"It's okay, scoop another one and I'll eat this one," Wen Zichuan put the dumpling dipped in vinegar into his own bowl, "I like vinegar."
Cheng Sizhou handed over the spoon and winked at Pinot: "That's right, your brother really likes to be jealous."
Wen Zichuan could tell that there was something else behind his words, and he couldn't get angry openly, so he stepped on his foot under the table instead.
"Enough of talking, let's eat, eat!" Cheng Sizhou begged for mercy faster than anyone else.
"Ah!" This time it was Wen Zichuan who shouted. He spit the dumpling into the bowl, and the Taiping Hundred Coin was lying in the dumpling filling.
Pinault put down his chopsticks and wanted to applaud his brother: "Wow! Brother, you ate the lucky money! You are the most blessed person!"
Wen Zichuan also laughed: "If you weren't jealous, why would you give me such a great blessing?"
Pinault shook his head. "If it's good for you, then it should be given to you. You've suffered so much since you were a child. I hope you never have to suffer again. I hope you can enjoy happiness and be happy every day!"
Wen Zichuan raised his glass to her: "Good! We should all enjoy happiness and be happy every day!"
Pinault heard that the custom on New Year's Eve in China is to stay up all night, and the main activity is to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
She had not watched the entire Spring Festival Gala, so after dinner, she sat in front of the TV early and insisted on dragging Xiao Liang to watch it with her.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala began amid singing and dancing.
Although she didn't quite understand some of the jokes and punchlines in the language programs, fortunately Qin Zhihan had taught her poetry and idioms, so she understood them first and then explained them to Xiao Liang.
I don’t know if Xiao Liang could understand, but he was very well behaved. He didn’t make any noise or fuss, but just babbled along, as if he was accompanying Pinot’s solo performance.
After twelve o'clock, the two people who said they wanted to stay up all night couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the sofa.
"The hospital's regulations are strict," Cheng Sizhou whispered to Wen Zichuan as he carried Xiao Liang back to the bedroom. "Xiao Liang has never slept after 10 o'clock. He won't be able to endure it."
Wen Zichuan picked up Pinot and carried him back to the other bedroom: "Pinot has a bad heart and shouldn't have stayed up all night."
While the two of them were sleeping, Cheng Sizhou asked about the second game anxiously. Wen Zichuan made a "hush" gesture, picked up the remaining wine, and took him to the roof.
The houses on the top floor are not very good, so developers often give the rooftop platform to the top-floor owners for use, which can be considered a kind of compensation.
The house was bought in a hurry, and Wen Zichuan hadn't figured out how to use it yet, so he temporarily built a small shed and placed a pair of soft leather sofa chairs and a small coffee table.
The night wind is cold, but the view is great. Looking out from the roof, the lights of thousands of houses in the distance are really beautiful.
I remember the year I graduated, the principal of the Lantern School said in his speech: "Dengyuan means the light of a bright lamp flows far away. May your dreams take off from Dengyuan and flow towards a bright and dazzling tomorrow."
Along the way, in addition to the compliments from fans, the phrase Wen Zichuan heard most often was, "Wen Zichuan, you are so lucky."
An unknown voice actor transformed himself into an actor by starring in a dual male lead drama, and became an overnight sensation, becoming a top star with tens of millions of fans.
This was too incredible and too likely to arouse envy and jealousy, so he had to be extremely careful not to do things he shouldn't do or say things he shouldn't say.
For this reason, he once played the role of a prisoner of traffic, fame and fortune. The harsh rules were imposed on him at all times, penetrated him, and hurt the person who loved him so much that she was willing to give up her life.
Wen Zichuan thought about it seriously. He never forced "accident" to become "necessity". He couldn't always be a top star, nor would he always be a prisoner.
What he can do is to use the remaining heat of the top stream to slowly build the life he wants, and then calmly accept the future when the heat fades, just like watching the tide recede.
"What are you thinking about?" Cheng Sizhou filled the two cups in front of him. "Am I lucky enough to know?"
"I have a question you want answered, and a question you don't want answered. Which one do you want to hear first?"
"Listen to what I want to answer."
"Why did you block that knife for me?"
"I know what answer you want to hear, but that may not be my truest thought."
"Whatever we say tonight will fade away at dawn. Speak, I want to hear it."
"Actually, no matter who it was, I would have blocked the attack. Firstly, the person being attacked had nowhere to hide, and I was well dressed, so I still had some strength to help. Secondly, I saw Leng Sui, and if we could hold on for a few seconds, everyone would be saved. Blocking the attack was the way to minimize the damage."
"Okay. Another question is, what's the unlock code for Liu Shixing's phone?"
Cheng Sizhou really stopped talking. He hunched over and stared at the wine glass in a daze.
Wen Zichuan was silent for a moment: "Your birthday?"
Cheng Sizhou shook his head.
"His birthday?"
Cheng Sizhou still shook his head: "0528, he won the first place in the singing competition, the day when we confirmed our relationship."
Wen Zichuan held his chin in his hand and drank slowly, "By the time the new year is over, by May, we'll have known each other longer than you two have been together, right?"
"Zichuan, don't compare us like that." Cheng Sizhou picked up his glass and drank it all. "I'm not lying to you. He and I were together before, but it was... a very bad relationship."
Wen Zichuan didn't interrupt him, but just listened to him quietly.
Cheng Sizhou doesn't like to talk about people behind their backs, and the dead are the greatest. If Wen Zichuan doesn't ask, he will never mention those things again in his life.
After he and Liu Shixing got together, Liu Shixing began to ask him for money frequently.
Cheng Sizhou also heard from other classmates more than once that Liu Shixing told them privately, "Indigenous people are rich," "If he didn't like men, I wouldn't be able to spend this money," and "His family sends him living expenses on the 15th of every month. If you ask him before the end of the month, he will definitely give it to you."
The Cheng family is well off, but Cheng Xuecheng is a principled person and the living expenses he gives to Cheng Sizhou have never exceeded the average level.
After Cheng Sizhou paid out his living expenses, he could only earn a little by doing odd jobs and save some money by going hungry.
"It's like this, haven't you ever considered breaking up?"
"I brought it up, but he disagreed."
"If he doesn't agree, then we can't separate?!"
"Is that so? I'm such a useless person."
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